I proudly call myself a feminist, and I am glad the movement has become so popular. But I find it exhausting that you still can't write a flawed female character without people getting up in arms that you are damaging the movement.

That just undermines the perfectly valid and wholly committed relationships of all those out there who aren't married for whatever reason - maybe we aren't 'waiting' exactly, we just have better things to do.

What is far more important is that the Doctor remains a British archetype rather than conform to any preconceived physical form. He has been many shades of British eccentric; a tea drinking, jelly baby munching dandy, draped in cricket whites, tweeds and Edwardian velvet.

Such is the tedium served up these days, making stark the realisation that the bile and satire of 30 years ago has vanished. Watching such inchoate comedy (I'm not sure it's even stand-up) is like having your leg humped by a glove puppet: it's attention grabbing but without the necessary aggression which is key to the best comedy.

Sitting here, as I am, wearing a Union Jack onesie eating luke warm noodles in hotel room on an industrial estate outside Oxford, you'd be forgiven for thinking that I was beginning to finally unravel. But you'd be wrong dear Huffington Post reader, very wrong.

So now the time has to forget about the Olympics and indeed the Queen's jubilee it's time to focus on the telly programmes that we'll be watching in 2013. My top telly tips for the year ahead include a mixture of comedy, drama and a bit of reality TV thrown in to keep it err... real.